31/12/2025
I get so damn tired of being told I don’t look like a “real Christian.”
Because I cuss.
Because I lose my s**t sometimes.
Because I’m loud, messy, emotional, sarcastic, and not wrapped up in a cute little beige Bible-verse bow.
Let me clear som**hing up.
God didn’t save me because I speak nicely.
He saved me because He knows my heart.
He sees the nights I cry in silence.
He sees the prayers I whisper when I’m exhausted, overwhelmed, and holding on by a thread.
He sees me loving my kids fiercely, trying again when I screw up, and choosing grace even when I don’t feel very holy.
Jesus didn’t hang out with the polished and perfect.
He sat with the broken, the loud, the doubters, the screw-ups.
So if my faith doesn’t fit neatly into your comfort zone, that’s okay — it was never meant to.
My relationship with God is not performative.
It’s personal.
It’s raw.
It’s real.
And if you think a few swear words cancel out a surrendered heart…
that says way more about your theology than my faith.
God knows me.
God holds me.
And I refuse to believe He’s offended by the very personality He gave me.
I’m not perfectly put together — I’m gracefully broken.
And last I checked, that’s exactly who grace is for.
